St. Landry democrat., 1887-12-24

"Wait for you, Miriam?' the young man
replied in a tone of burning ardor. Il did
wait until could not longer bear the dread
| felt that some other man would win you.
My love- my life you do not know how
beautiful you are in face and form and char
acter; you do not know how ANXIOUS every
young man who sees you must be to possess
you; you cannot dream how love YOU DO
not say that the burden is all yours. Oh!
how maddenng it is for me to have to walt
for you and deny you that one little explana-
ton of my fathers habits that would render
my life and his in "The Poplars' as honora-
bic in your sight as it now seems mysterious
and evil. Can you not be patient, dear onef
In less than wear shall be of age"
"Forgive me, Paul." said the maiden, put
ting one of her brown little hands on each
of his shoulders and pouring love for him,
from the depths of her SOUL out of her eyes
into his. Il will never seem impatient
again. Mine is not like your impotence,
though, and you must school yourself at
some future time as | am doing now, for
cannot promise that | may be all you hope
your, your Wife-even when the year IS
past and all the world knows that it has
judged you unjustly. | should like you to
wait, even then, and court me openly and
properly; we are both young and there need
be no hurry
II shall not wait week no, not week.
The idea ~ Paul Fosdyck exclaimed. And
You will not be so cruel, then, as to ask me
to- He stopped still lower and endeavored
to imprint a kiss upon her lips 1t was UNI
wise Of him. Her eyes flashed and she
stepped back from him full pace.
Mr. Fosdvck." she said with a show Of
anger that he knew was sufficiently genuine
not to I tritcd with. IF trying to do that
is sample of your way Of keeping your
word-after what you promised mel fear
have trusted you beyond your worth.
allowed YOU one liberty when you pledged
yourself to me, but only on condition that
! You would ask no more until you had the
/ right to DO sO.'
"There there; I am ashamed and will not
ever but there is not space in this nara
tive for an account of the progress and patch
ing of a lovers tiff
Less than an hour later a strange thing
| happened at The POplars." One who never
had passed the portals Of the park-a resi-
dent of the prairie-rode boldly in. 1t was
Miriam Evans, seated sideWse on her father :
saddle and on his horse just as she had
found it before the door, when she flung her
self from her home and out into the night
again a few moments after parting with her
lover. The squaW III the tepee at the gate
ran out and seized the bride Of the horse,
but felt herself flung aside as if she had been
pasteboard woman and the maiden on the
horse a gianteSS.
"Who IS that" Mr. Fosdvck asked as she
pulled up her horse at the door.
II wish TO see your son." she said.
"Sh-sh-sh' he almost Kissed. 'FOllow
me-
He led her horse 70 the door of a building
close by and asked her to dismount and
enter. 1t was a sort of workshop Uttered
with tools and broken agricultural imlle
ments.
You are Miss Miriam Evans he said,
Excuse me for not inviting YOU into my
house. l wish to speak with you, but no
woman has ever entered that house and d
not wish the rule broken. What do you
want with my son?'
The girl had been amazed at his calling her
by name and she was nervous at finding
herself in his presence, but she looked him
in the face fearlessly, though without bold
ness.
II cannot tell you she said.
Miss Evans" said Mr. Fosdyck, has
your father discovered your relations with
my son?'
He has, sir